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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Finally, I’m out the door. I hit up the local café on Al-Jahra Street. You know, the one with the best karak tea? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, Ahmed, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” But whatever, I’m here for the tea, not the judgment.

Michael Anaba scores full marks in Al-Jahra SC draw against Al Tadhamon in Kuwait